Sunday, March 27, 2011

My pupils were dilated to see the trail under the moon. Dark moving figures, near or far, tall or short, were coming toward or going away from me. The darkness was saturated, and people kept silent. I could not hear the babblers chirping.

Only the raindrop was willing to tell layers of story through its startling bright eye, but I had the feeling those were related to a reptile. The forked tongues were hidden, though not completely.

My pupils started to contract when the moon had disappeared. There were actually more to see. And I always saw Dusky Leaf Monkey stayed very quiet atop some trees. Very tame, yet so very confused.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I like to go hiking very early in the morning, just to witness CerokTokun waking up, so are the babblers, the brooks and many others. Every step I take, the nearer I am with the tranquil and beautiful nature.

I am not an eagle that soars sky high, but each of my simple dreams does have wings to fly. They fly around the trees, sing along with the birds, skimming the surface of the water and dive into the undergrowth.

Yes, these little critters are neither an eagle but they do enjoy their own life.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

It is always true that the early bird gets the worm, but only the second mouse gets the cheese. Failing to be the former, we lost the worm, but the consequence of being the first mouse is fatal, yet this unlucky one is a must in order to get the story started.

When to be the first one or the second is crucial which I need to consult the woods, or to observe the comings and goings, in the jungle.